So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater partover after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)

(Kanna’s village - before and after)

All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).

So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).

(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)

(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)

When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.

Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.

(It’s sexist and terrible.)

Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.

Good.

But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.

Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:

Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero.Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone.Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.

But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).

The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).

(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power.Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother!Katara: I know.Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary!Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons.Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)

And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.

Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.

tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye

I:
Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.

H:
Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)

I:
OK, that’s good.

H:
That’s all I have.

I:
Do you say it very often?

H:
No... Yes

I:
What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?

H:
Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.

I:
Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.

H:
I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.

I:
Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?

H:
Thanks!

I:
Do you have friends working at Billboard?

H:
I don't know anyone at Billboard.

I:
When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?

H:
I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.

I:
Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.

H:
I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.

I:
Why him?

H:
I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.

I:
When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?

H:
No!

I:
It seems like everything has been easy...

H:
Great tie.

I:
You think so? It's French.

H:
It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?

I:
Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.

H:
No.

I:
That's from the European Union!

H:
Probably yeah.

I:
It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?

H:
Was what simple?

I:
Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...

H:
I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.

I:
What were the unpleasant things?

H:
*thinking*

I:
I don't know, say only one thing.

H:
I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."

I:
You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?

H:
No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.

I:
How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?

H:
It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.

I:
Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?

H:
I don't have that.

I:
Why?

H:
Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.

I:
This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?

H:
Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.

I:
Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?

H:
I don't know, man!

I:
Really? You don't know?

H:
I don't know. I don't think I want...

I:
Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.

H:
Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.

I:
Everybody sees what they want to see.

H:
Yes exactly.

I:
Have you seen this?

*video of people reacting to Harry's single*

I:
Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?

H:
Yes I use it a little bit.

*The public disagrees with Harry*

H:
Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.

I:
Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?

H:
Yes, I do mine.

I:
Do you still vote in Redditch?

H:
In?

I:
Redditch!

H:
That's where I was born?

I:
Yes.

H:
I don't live in Redditch.

I:
So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?

H:
London, yeah.

I:
What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!

H:
Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.

H:
I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.

I:
Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?

H:
Oh ok.

I:
Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?

H:
I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.

I:
Which one is the latest?

H:
The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*

I:
Jackson? All of them?

H:
Yes.

I:
What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?

H:
Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.

I:
You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.

H:
Yes.

I:
How did you do?

H:
I auditioned.

I:
Look at you there.

H:
I am, that's me.

I:
Yes.

H:
I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.

I:
Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.

*video of Harry's X Factor audition*

I:
You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?

*video of fans around a car*

H:
I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.

I:
I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?

*video of Harry and Lou*

I:
Can we do it?

H:
No.

*does it anyway*

I:
What is the weirdest question someone asked you?

H:
I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.

I:
Ok, that's weird!

H:
It was the first question, the first question.

I:
It puts you in the mood.

H:
Yeah.

I:
What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?

*Harry asks the public*

H:
Which one? Oh crush.

I:
What?

H:
Crush.

I:
Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.

H:
Oh! Is that true?

I:
Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!

H:
Thank you.

I:
Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.

Hello, for my one and only soul, could I get Dans 20th birthday where Phil waited to have The Full Sex™ with Dan because he didn't want to be that creep that bangs a teenager?

can you write a bit where phil’s always been rlly loving and soft and vanilla and dan says “harder” like 38291928 times and phil keeps being gentle af but then dan like looks up at phil and says “h a r d e r .” in like a “sex” voice and phil just fickin loses it and p o u n d s him into the mattress and also detailed orgasms thank you so much bby

Plus dirty talk. If you have problems getting past the cut on mobile, open in your phone browser.

There isn’t
much competition when it comes to Dan’s top three best birthdays. Now, his top
three worst, that’s another story –
so many of them have been so downright awful it’s hard for him to choose. There
was that time in Kindergarten when he’d had a barbeque at the local park and a
freak storm had blown through, tearing down their gazebo and knocking his
Winnie the Pooh cake to the ground. Or his ninth birthday, when his cousin sprayed
him with Poundland silly string, which had given him a severe allergic reaction
and he ended up spending the remainder of his party in A&E. And who can
forget his twelfth, when he’d climbed onto the roof of his single-storey house on
a dare and broke his wrist on the way down? The list goes on, but, physical
injury and heartbreaking loss of desserts aside, nothing will ever rank higher
than his sixteenth, which he’d spent crying into half a dozen share-sized packets
of Doritos when none of his guests turned up.

So, yes, Dan’s got a plethora of bad birthdays to choose from, but good
ones? Honestly, his top three is probably just his nineteenth listed three
times. It was the first he’d spent with not only an actual best friend but also a boyfriend
– and okay, technically they’re the same person, but give him a break. He’d never
expected to have one of those, let
alone find both wrapped up in the miracle that is Phil. Dan had gone to spend
his birthday week up in Manchester with him, where Phil had taken him to dinner
and a movie and, sure, it was cliché and cheesy as hell, but that’s exactly
what Dan had wanted. They’d eaten overpriced meals and made out in the back of
the cinema and drank on a rooftop bar and it was by far the best birthday Dan’s
ever had. Today, however, that’s about to change. Today, Dan is going to have a
new number one, because today his boyfriend is finally, finally going to fuck him.

After reading Just Hold On I was wondering what your thoughts are on Victor never calling Yuuri after the banquet in canon? If it was reversed like in your fic I would understand it since Yuuri is so insecure and harsh on himself but there wasn't really a reason for Victor not to call Yuuri again? Do you think he was scared of rejection? Do you think he assumed Yuuri didn't want him, hence making the Eros routine about the seducer throwing his lover away after a one night stand?

Hi, Nonny, I seriously doubt you wanted a whole
character/motivation analysis in response to this question, but… I’m a
perfectionist and obsessed with YOI, so here you go. Also, thanks so much for
reading and enjoying my fic.

Upon initial viewing of YOI, I definitely thought the
banquet reveal was cool as a narrative twist, but also somewhat unrealistic.
You’re telling me Viktor Nikiforov, international superstar and sap, didn’t
have the resources or motivation to find Katsuki Yuuri and confess his undying
love?

WHOO BOY, here we go. I think Viktor not contacting Yuuri after the banquet is actually
justified, which I’ll summarize:

1. Viktor is a romantic
optimist

2. Both Viktor and Yuuri view
themselves as ‘the pursued’ and not ‘the pursuer’ in the Eros story

3. Rejection is possibly the
most immense vulnerability Viktor has

1.
Viktor is a romantic
optimist

This has been heavily discussed on
Tumblr, but I’m going to throw in my two cents. Let’s discuss Eros and Agape:
Viktor’s two possible programs for the next season. Assuming these are about
Yuuri, I’m going to propose a weird idea that this means Viktor has prepared
two plans: one for if Yuuri contacts him before next season, and one for if he
doesn’t.

Plan A, Agape: Yuuri
contacts Viktor. Viktor skates to a program about unconditional love. In the
show they talk about Agape like it’s about someone who ‘doesn’t know what love
is yet.’ The someone is Viktor, and I could easily see this as his program for
a season where he’s just started to experience Life and Love in a relationship
with Yuuri.

Plan B, Eros: Yuuri doesn’t
contact Viktor. Viktor skates to a program that seduces the entire world’s
pants off. He would’ve dominated every competition, and won a mountain of gold
medals; basically, he’d seduce Yuuri until the other man came back.

Note that there are only two plans
here: start to experience unconditional love with Yuuri, or seduce the crap out
of him until returns to Viktor. There is no third plan titled ‘Viktor Nikiforov Moves On.’ It’s get Katsuki Yuuri or bust, because Viktor is a romantic
optimist.

Naturally, Yuuri throws a surprise wrench
in all of Viktor’s plans by not making it to Worlds and breaking it off with
Celestino, and then moving back to Hasetsu. Suddenly, Yuuri’s not his
competitor; he needs a coach, just like he told Viktor in Sochi.

Even if you don’t agree with my
particular strange interpretation, we know that Viktor is a romantic optimist
because he fell in love with a drunkard over the course of a night and
proceeded to move his entire life halfway across the world for him. All Yuuri
had to do was make a romantic gesture with that viral video, from Viktor’s POV,
and Viktor shoved his apartment into boxes and left Russia so fast Yakov got
whiplash from watching him go.

Viktor wants that love story, but
he approaches it in a roundabout way. Viktor is probably a tiny bit
socially inept (again, there’s a lot of Tumblr discourse on this so I’m not
going to go into it) from being a skating celebrity rather than an average
human being, and he also loves grand gestures. Expressing his love through
skating is THE WAY TO GO, right?? SURELY Yuuri will GET IT?

So why didn’t he just call Yuuri up,
rather than waiting? What I wrote above probably contributed to his decision
not to contact Yuuri, but the main reason he didn’t lies more in points two and
three; I just had to establish Viktor as a romantic optimist.

2.
Both Viktor and Yuuri view
themselves as ‘the pursued’ and not ‘the pursuer’ in the Eros story

Firstly, we can all appreciate that
Viktuuri is a relationship which doesn’t rely on negative queer stereotypes of
one person dominating the relationship, or on traditional gender roles. Viktor
and Yuuri take the lead in different aspects of their relationship, and it’s
incredibly healthy.

That being said, we all know that Yuuri
views himself as the abandoned beautiful woman in the story of Eros… but we
discover in episode 10 that Viktor also identifies that way. God, I love
this show.

As far as Viktor knows, Yuuri is this
unstoppable force who can royally screw up the GPF and then give Viktor the
most magical, fun night the very next day. Yuuri is someone who blows Japanese
nationals, loses his coach, and responds by virally owning the frickin
program that holds the World Record in an extremely public and romantic
display. Meanwhile, Yuuri thinks he’s an anxious, mediocre skater. In Yuuri’s
head, he is the beautiful woman who initially rejects the playboy because she
knows he’s going to leave her; in Viktor’s head Yuuri is the playboy who wrecks
hearts and whole towns just by showing up.

Comparing their views is hilarious. Yuuri
thinks Viktor is a playboy, untouchable and bound to leave him. Viktor thinks
Yuuri is a playboy that’s already wooed and subsequently rejected him, which I’ll
dive into in the next section. When Yuuri says he’s underconfident, that he can’t
skate Eros, and panics at competitions, Viktor’s initial response is just ?????????
But you are this whirlwind force of nature???? Everyone loves you????? How do I
help you?????

Frankly, Viktor’s view of Yuuri doesn’t
allow him to understand that this man, who seems so bold and capable of
pursuing what he wants, is restricted both by his anxiety and also his lack of
knowledge about the banquet. Yuuri isn’t calling Viktor? Well, Viktor’s easy to
find—he’s a major presence. If Yuuri wanted him, he’d come and get him, and
that’s Viktor initial conceptualization of the situation. Yuuri’s not pursuing
Viktor, so he must not want him.

Another recent discourse on Tumblr I’ve
seen is the idea that it’s Yuuri’s fantasy to be pursued. He wants to be
attractive and irresistible and catch Viktor’s attention; of course, he
simultaneously thinks he’s too average to ever do so. Yuuri thinks he’s been
chasing Viktor his whole life and will never catch up; he wants to be the one
chased in the end. On the flip side, Viktor is the first one to pursue: he
approaches a drunk Yuuri, he takes pictures, he starts to dance with him. He
likes him.

But his crush is cemented when Yuuri demands
and commands his attention, essentially pursuing him. Viktor likes to be
desired, likes to skate for an audience, probably is turned on by the idea that
Yuuri is his fan and has always wanted him. We all know he’s the jealous type
(ahem: Chihoko) and needs Yuuri’s attention in return.

Basically: both of them are Extra, and after
the banquet Viktor thinks it is Yuuri’s place to pursue, wants Yuuri to
pursue him, sees himself as hopelessly and attracted and wants Yuuri
to signal that he likes him in return. When the viral video comes out, both of them
hilariously still think the other is ‘the pursuer,’ because in Yuuri’s POV
Viktor just shows up and announces his position as coach, whereas in Viktor’s
POV Yuuri has (finally) put out the siren call that Viktor has been waiting for.
Both of them are helplessly crushing on each other in a miscommunication of
epic proportions.

Anyway. The idea of Viktor wanting to be
pursued, and feeling like he’s the abandoned ‘beautiful woman’ so he doesn’t
call Yuuri, leads straight into what I think is the greatest motivator for
Viktor lack of contact: rejection.

3.
Rejection is Viktor’s
vulnerability

Viktor is a man whose entire life, from the
time he was a teenager, has been based off of seeking people’s approval. Which
people? Everyone: judges, the ISU, probably his parents, Yakov, the media, the
frickin whole of Russia. Viktor’s career and his existence mostly relies on
approval; we all know he fears becoming someone unable to surprise, someone
unable to win and gain approval from those around him. Viktor dances around the
things he really wants—there’s been so much Tumblr discourse about this that I’m
just going to point out the ocean scene vaguely. Rather than straight-up
telling Yuuri that he wants to be his boyfriend, he proposes it flippantly and as
an open question. This is how you try to avoid rejection, friends.

Anyway, going back to the main point.

This is something that I haven’t seen
discussed a lot, but you have to remember that Viktor and Yuuri’s actual first
interaction was Yuuri rejecting him and walking away. It’s not
unreasonable for Viktor to think Yuuri is going to reject him: Yuuri does it
multiple times throughout the show, though it’s likely never for the reasons Viktor
thinks it is. Viktor does not cope well with rejection. He goes and gets
drunkenly smashed every time he’s rejected in the show (this is more popular
Tumblr discourse, so I’m not going to get into it here).

If you think Viktor has never met a fan in
real-life and disappointed them before or failed to meet their expectations,
you are dead wrong. He’s been an international celebrity for… what, 10 years? I’m
sure at least one person, probably multiple, have rejected him upon actually
meeting him because he wasn’t what they envisioned. Yuuri is a fan, and Viktor
is a superstar, and while we may think it’s on Viktor to reach out and express
his interest because he’s a celebrity, it’s also on Yuuri to express that he is
interested in the real Viktor, the guy he danced with at the banquet.

If Viktor contacts Yuuri and is rejected—by
the first person that’s really made him feel inspired and excited in the
longest time—it’s all over, and in a heartbreaking way. Viktor likes to hold
onto hope (optimist!), and is terrified of rejection. Note that the second
Yuuri “contacts him” with the video, and seems to accept and reciprocate Viktor’s
feelings, Viktor has zero reservations about going to him. Of course, when he
gets there Yuuri basically rebuffs him, which is why he cries and gets savagely
aggravated in the first few episodes. Alas, Viktor is still a romantic optimist
(see part 1) so he sticks around and tries to feel Yuuri out. You like me,
right? Look, I am sexy and I can make all your dreams come true, look at me,
please don’t reject me?

Even the fact that Viktor shows up and
immediately frames himself as Yuuri’s coach, something Yuuri clearly needs,
asked for, and is less likely to reject, something Viktor feels qualified
for, is very telling. Rather than saying I’ve been in love with you
since the banquet, I’m here to give this a shot it’s I’m going to be
your coach!

Just because Viktor doesn’t have anxiety doesn’t
make him any less prone to fear of rejection. Fear of rejection is a human
thing that we all experience. So… he doesn’t call.

One of my favorite things about their
relationship is the way Yuuri handles this fear, and essentially says: I’m
not going to reject you if you’re not exactly who I want you to be. You,
yourself, are what I want: just be real with me.

Yuri on Ice is a beautiful thing.

To conclude this very long rant, I’ll
relate this back to my fic quickly (spoiler alert, by the way) and just say the
way JHO (WGH) flips this and makes it… more angsty, rather than what happened
for canon Viktor, is by relying on:

·
Yuuri is an anxious
pessimist. Yuuri worries that Viktor will leave him, that this time will be
just like the banquet, which is completely understandable. Viktor is a
superstar and, in Yuuri’s head, he is a nobody that served as Viktor’s drunken fling
for a night.

·
Yakov serving as the
matchmaker, rather than Viktor calling for Yuuri. Unlike canon, Yuuri has no
indication that Viktor wants him in Russia, has no idea that Yuuri is literally
there for Viktor (well, not just for him, clearly he is a great skater,
but that’s a major reason why Yakov took Yuuri on). This only fuels his anxiety
and pessimism further.

Basically, I write angsty fluff and overthink things. Also all of this is conjecture, so please don’t hate me.

Again, thanks so much for your questions and
your interest! Sorry I responded with a three page character analysis rather
than being a normal person.

Pushy Interviewer: So were you there? Did you watch? With my kids I couldn’t watch so I just stayed up by my wife’s head.

Tom: Yeah, man. It definitely is a lot to take in, but I consider it an honor. You know, I grew up in a family of all boys, but my mum always made it very clear our whole childhood that having a baby was like– the most painful thing on this Earth and we needed to respect women for doing that.

Interviewer: She raised you right, huh?

Tom: I’d like to think so.
After we found out she was pregnant, one of the first things she decided was that she wanted to do it naturally. Which, you know, I really respect that. I can’t imagine what that must feel like, so I think it was important that I just be as supportive as I could. The whole process was insane. She did great.

Interviewer: Did you actually cut the cord? I did that with my son.

Tom: I actually didn’t. But I caught her. It was the craziest thing, man. The doctor was there and they said to give one more push and then the nurse literally like grabbed my hands and the doctor guided my daughter into my arms. It was the best moment of my life. I cried.

Interviewer: That’s amazing. Were your parents there?

Tom: Hers and mine both were out in the waiting room. We waited to find out the sex so I got to come out and say it was girl and everyone cheered and my dad cried. It was pretty great.

Interviewer: Now, you guys are both pretty young still, and you’re carrying a massive franchise on your back. How is that going to balance with parenting?

Tom: You know, that’s a good question. I think, for me, it feels really important to be present. I think in this industry, a lot of actors, men in particular, get to have a spouse and a family, but then their job is this separate life and they kind of go away and work and travel the world and leave their partners behind. And that isn’t to pass judgment– different things work for different people. But that was something we talked a lot about. I didn’t want my role as a father to be a side job. So I think for now, the girls will travel with me wherever I’m shooting.

Interviewer: Wow.

Tom: Yeah, it’s a big sacrifice, on the girls’ part. I mean, the baby won’t remember it, and we haven’t decided what we’ll do when she’s school aged, but it’s a real privilege to be able to have a partner who believes in what I’m doing so much that she’s willing to come along for the ride of it. My hope is that I’ll be able to be a really involved father as a result of it because, you know, I’ll be able to go home to them at the end of every day. Try to be as normal as possible.

I’m almost too lazy to make this post because God it’s just so self explanatory but my loyalty to Temari runs too deep so here goes:

They did exactly what I called they were gonna do and made her an over aggressive nagging house wive. This is why I complained over and over again three years ago when I saw they had moved her to Konoha because I KNEW someway somehow they were going to subject her character to this. They want her to be Yoshino 2.0 even though that’s NEVER been who she is because “lmao get it Shikamaru is just like his dad! Parallels!!”. They don’t take the time to think about how her character would actually react because none of that matters now - she exists solely to be Shikamaru’s wife.

Some people are crying “abuse!” at what she did but I don’t really want to go there tbh. It’s very clear that in the Naruto universe things we find abusive are just par for the course. Calling out Temari in this instance would require we call out basically ever other female character which is not realistic. Domestic violence in Naruto is always played for laughs which is obviously fucked up but not something I think it’s fair to fault the characters for as we’re not intended to see it as abusive (even though realistically it is). No, what I really take issue with is the fact that being an overbearing and strict mother/wife is basically all Temari is given to do.

This woman was born in one of the most fucked up situations of any character we see. He father was a walking human disaster, her mother was dead, and her youngest brother had a nasty habit of slaughtering anyone who looked at him the wrong way. She has always been strong and confident but throughout the series she softens considerably as she learns caring is not a weakness. She is a better diplomat than either of her brothers and remains calm and collected in even the tensest of situations. Her dynamic with Shikamaru has always been one of mutual respect and understanding which is what makes their relationship work so well (and IMO better than any of the canon relationships we got). Yes, Temari is a take no shit kind of person who probably WOULD chastise her son for his pitiful behavior - but not in the way we’re shown. In Boruto her parenting method basically amounted to “I’m just going to hit you and intimidate you until you get the picture and ultimately just end up listening to your cooler nicer wiser dad.” She doesn’t actually say anything of significance to Shikadai at all - that is reserved entirely for Shikamaru as he’s the influential one in their sons life. Temari is just there to be the ol’ ball-and-chain ~what a drag~ mom whose only dominion is the house she is confined to. THEN there’s the fact that Temari refusing to make dinner inevitably meant neither Shikamaru nor Shikadai could eat - as if a grown man could not make his own dinner and HAD to have his wife do it because it’s her domestic ~duty~. This is extra and dramatic but it actually makes me sick that they’re doing this to her. After everything she went through she would have something worthwhile to add to the conversation other than “bah you’re too easy on him I’m going to withhold meals to prove a point!!!”. She doesn’t treat her brothers like this and they’re consistently shown to value her opinion because her opinion is worth hearing.

Temari played a crucial role in Suna politics prior to the end of the series. She sat on the council and came with Gaara to all the kage summits/meetings. She was one of the best kunoichi in the series just brimming with potential and strength and ferocity. During the war I began to get annoyed with how much they were making her revolve around Shikamaru’s character because after a certain point basically all her dialogue was in relation to him. That’s when I knew things were about to take a hard left turn for shits-ville and boy was I right. In chapter 700 ALL we see her doing is sitting in a house chastising her son and serving her brothers tea before they head out to a kage meeting without her. We don’t get any indication that she’s still affiliated with Suna, hell we don’t even get any indication that she’s still a ninja. In the boruto manga/movie she doesn’t interact with her siblings ONCE and is not with them in the pit with all the other Kage/advisors. I was happy to see she still had her fan but other than that I left highly unimpressed. Now in the anime she is ONCE AGAIN pictured in a house, serving people drinks and nagging away as if that’s all she’s good for anymore. I know it was played as a joke but that’s exactly what makes me so mad - her character has become nothing more than a trope meant to appeal to the lowest common denominator. The nagging housewive angle truly is the lowest hanging fruit but studio peirrot really could not resist could they.

Nevermind the fact that it would have been way funnier had they subverted the whole “why did you marry such a strict woman” thing by having Shikadai side with his mom instead, saying something to the effect of “why did you marry such an unmotivated slacker”. Can we stop treating Temari like she’s just an overly aggressive loaded gun that’s just one mistep away from going off. I mean I genuinely love Shikatema but I do not think the Boruto anime understands Shikatema. Part of me still wishes they just hadn’t got together because they don’t actually feel like “them” when they’re portrayed like this. No one is being respected as a character.

Anyway all this to say I’m basically done with the Boruto anime now. I might still watch the next couple of episodes because curiosity is gonna get the better of me but emotionally I have severed all connections. It just comes down to the fact that I cannot handle them so grossly mischaracterizing characters that I have loved since I was 11 years old. I actually don’t mind the new gen when they’re on their own but every damn time they show one of the original characters they manage to fuck them up in some way. We see it with Temari, with Naruto, with Yamato, with Sakura. Hell I can’t stand Sasuke and even I’m mad about what they did to him post chapter 699. I am never going to like the new gen characters more than the original cast so if watching Boruto means seeing them get completely decimated then I’m not gonna watch it. Simple as that. Naruto being an absent father is the worst crime but I have no doubt they’ll continue to top that in future episodes.

I need a Otayuri fanfic that have a couture designer Otabek and a young model Yuri, is my dream

omg I like that idea so much. I am always on board for any kind of photographer/couture designer and model kind of AU.

I can see Yuri contacting Otabek saying I wanna model for you and Otabek being like Um isn’t usually the other way around? me contacting for models? and Yuri being Yuri is like Do you know how many designer wants me to wear their things, Altin? and I chose you!

So Yuri sends him some pictures from his portfolio and Otabek might lost himself a few hours searching for the name Yuri Plisetsky on Google and okay wow, he wants that man to model his clothes so bad.

So they set up an appointment and they finally meet and he is even more beautiful in real life. All long limbs and long golden hair and bright green eyes lined with perfect eyeliner. Otabek ends up staying up all night after Yuri left, sketching new pieces of clothing inspired by him, showing his lean figure, his long, long legs, the defined muscles of his back and arms. He picks some purple fabric because he knows it would do wonder to the color of Yuri’s eyes.

And Yuri keeps showing at his studio unannouced, giving his opinion on cuts and fabric and colors and Otabek really wants to be annoyed by how bossy he is, but he likes the way Yuri’s pale cheeks turns pink whenever Otabek says his ideas are good, or how amazing he looks in the stuff he designed for him.

Or when he answers right back whenever Yuri tries to be sassy and bossy with him. Otabek likes how his eyes gets wide with surprise before his face goes adorably red.

And Yuri texts him. A lot. Most of the time, sending ideas his way, but sometimes cat videos as well, sometimes selfies too and really, Otabek isn’t strong enough for the sight of Yuri standing in front of his mirror in nothing but very tiny pyjama shorts and a dark purple crop top.

And then Yuri, one time, shows up late at night, after one horrible day, and one horrible photoshoot and Otabek is still there, working in the dark and drawing in his sketchbook. Yuri looks exhausted so they just sit there in complete silence until Otabek asks him what he is doing here so late, the studio is empty apart from them. And Yuri says he wanted to see him. And for once, he looks soft and he smiles and laughs a lot and he shines really, really bright even in the darkness of the room.

He keeps touching Otabek, some tiny casual touch apart from the fact Yuri’s fingers are shaking a little bit, and he keeps biting his lip and his eyes looks almost feverish, his cheeks pink with something Otabek is scared to name.

A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!

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Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.

But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.

That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.

And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.

Though as time passed, the lines began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.

However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.

And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.

“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”

Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.

“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.

Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.

Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.

“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.

Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”

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“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”

“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”

You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”

Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”

“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.

Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”

“(Y/n)!”

Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.

He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.

“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.

Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”

You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”

“Oh.”

You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”

Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.

43 - falling in love with their best friend’s partner au

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A/N: this is rated M because of the smut at the end there. Angsty smut, but smut all the same.

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In the three years he’d known her, Sasuke had never seen her look as miserable as she did right now; standing on his front porch in the pouring rain at two in the morning, hair and clothes soaking wet, her green eyes red-rimmed with recently shed tears. She was a wild mess—a picture-perfect embodiment of a brokenhearted girl silently crying out for comfort.

Sasuke couldn’t help but to wordlessly invite her inside just for that.

“Stay here,” he said, when she’d stepped into the threshold of his home and stood feebly in the hall, body wracked with shivers. “I’ll get you a towel.”

Frowning, he quickly left the room to carry on the task. And when he returned a few minutes later, he found much to his surprise that Sakura still hadn’t moved at all. His eyes softened, lips mulling into a thin line. Stepping closer to her, Sasuke reached out to wrap her still shaking form in the thick, dry towel, before decidedly rubbing his hands firmly over the length of her arms, trying to coax her body into generating some warmth.

It was only then that she seemed to snap out of her trance, sad, broken eyes flickering up to meet his gaze.

“We had a fight again,” she spoke, finally, her voice frail and thick with grief. He could see new tears staring to well up. “And I think it’s really bad this time, Sasuke-kun… I don’t think we can come back from this one…”

His heart quickened at that, and he almost swallowed. Letting out a slow, quiet breath, Sasuke squeezed a hand around her shoulder, and jerked his head towards the living room. “Come on—go sit down. I’ll make you some tea. Maybe things won’t seem so bad when you tell me about it.”

He watched as Sakura nodded, pulling the towel closer to herself, before she mutely made her way to his living room, shoulders heavily slumped. Once he was sure she well out of earshot, Sasuke ran a hand over his face and made a sort of self-loathing sound, hands clenching into tight fists.

Why was it that when he heard her essentially say she thought her relationship with his best friend was over, the first thing he felt was a rush of excitement?

(falling in love with his best friend’s girlfriend… he was the worst kind of trash in the world.)

Can you please write how story will turns out (after the party) if MC actually is a favourite daughter of the head of the most powerful criminal organization and even Saeran didn't know it, bc it was hidden very well? And her dad actually lost her for that 11 days. For RFA + Saeran +V. Hope, you'll like this idea. Love your writing!

I love requests like this, I’ve read them on other imagines blogs and it was so hard not to go the same way they did, so I tried to keep it soft. Like, her dad is very angry, but he can be very sarcastic and more passive aggressive than really violent and intimidating, and MC is the only one who’s not scared of him. And I think I just made this clear on Saeran one, but MC doesn’t have a mom here, which probably made her father even more concerned, since she’s the only one he has.

Hope you like it! ^^

TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of a panic attack on Saeran one

RFA + V and Saeran meeting MC’s criminal father

Zen

You
tell him your gangsta boss dad wants to meet him

He
thinks is a joke at first, but when you two come to your father’s house and he
sees the guns… boy

He
was nervous just because he had to meet your father, now he’s pretty much
scared.

“Sweetie,
is this your new bodyguard? If you wanted a pretty one, you should have asked
me instead of looking for one on some stranger’s apartment. You roll your eyes.

“Oh,
I’ve seen the news, isn’t that the guy accused of sexual harassment?” “Which he
already proved being innocent, dad. Something that would never happen if you
went to trial. “

Zen
is scared of seeing his delicate and sweet princess so feisty, but thinks your
interaction with your father is kinda funny.

Not
so funny when your father brings up everything he found about him. School
dropout, former member of a biker’s gang and those promo pictures for
“Promiscuous Jalapeno”… your father
doesn’t even know what to think.

But
the worst is the fact that you disappeared from his sight for 11 days and came
back with this guy… “Oh, she wasn’t with me for 11 days, sir. She’s been at my
house for 2 nights, well, one and a half, technically…” ZEN, SHUT UP!

By
that point you’re pretty much done with your dad’s passive aggressive threats
and Zen’s brutal honesty, so you snap: “Daddy, listen to me. I was staying at
this apartment for a couple of days, then he broke his leg and I went to his
house to help him, but he kicked me out during night, which I must say… not
cool, Zen! I got back to the apartment, which had a bomb on it, and then there
was this weird punk guy talking about taking me to paradise or whatever, and
Zen saved me, dad! I love him and I never felt safer like I feel around him!”

“You…
saved her?” “Of course! She was left on her own at this apartment with a bomb!
Can you believe it, sir?” and then the two of them started talking about your
safety and… well, you were relieved they found something in common.

In
the end, your father is very impressed about his fast healing and the fact that
this isn’t his real name. “We work with fake names around here too.”

“You
look very strong, son. If you ever consider changing careers, I might have
something for you…” you refuse before Zen can say anything.

Yoosung

He’s
so scared when you tell him your father wants to meet him

And
you didn’t even mention he is the head of the mafia

When
you do… poor thing, he keeps saying he’s fine, but you can see him shaking.

“Oh,I
see… sweetie, I thought you were bringing your boyfriend to dinner, who’s that
girl?” “Very funny, dad.” He’s so terrified at the guns he doesn’t even hear
this comment.

“So,
sweetie… long time no see, what you’ve been up too? I mean, besides going to
stranger’s apartments and dating guys who could come across as your younger
brother?” Now Yoosung listens, how mean…

“Nothing
much, dad. I’ve been trying to get away from your overprotective care and
dating a guy who hasn’t a criminal record, for a change. What about you?”
Yoosung couldn’t believe the way you treat each other, if he ever talked with
his mother like that… well, he wouldn’t be here to tell the story.

Your
dad keeps throwing these shady comments during all dinner, and you know Yoosung
didn’t say anything yet because he’s trying to be respectful, not because he is
a coward, so you let it out:

“Yoosung,
don’t worry, I love you and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what my father
says. And as for you, dad, I… do you really want to know what happened in those
11 days? I’ll tell you! I was trapped with a bomb on his dead cousin’s
apartment, may god rest her soul, and this guy here did anything he could to find who led me
there. See his eye? It’s MY fault! And it’s completely unfair to him to be
treated like that when all he’s done to me is caring and loving me. So, please…
just stop being this prick to the MAN I chose!”

“What
happened to your eye, son?” “Oh, I… I was just gaining some time for my friend
to run away, a guy… tortured me and…” “And you lived to tell? That guy was an
amateur…” “Or maybe I’m stronger than you think, sir.” OH WOW!

In
the end, your father really appreciates Yoosung’s devotion to you, since
loyalty is something very important in his… business.

He
also likes how despite all that, he seems like a very innocent guy… oh, father!
If he only knew the things you are gonna do with your boyfriend after seeing
him so confident like that…

Jaehee

When
you tell her your father wants to meet her, she seems fine?

Then
you tell her about his… job, and she’s… not even impressed? Okay…

It
looks more like you’ve never been here before, she… feels so calm…

“Hi,
sweetie, you brought a friend for dinner?” “Girlfriend, daddy.”

“Oh…
I see…” his tone is so monotone and cold, neither of you can tell what he’s
thinking. Honestly, you can live with your father being a criminal, but he
being a homophobic? That’s another story!

“I
should have seen it coming, all these guys who work for me on this house every
day, and you never showed any interest on any of them.” “I like guys too,
daddy, But the mafia thing, you know… is not really my type.”

“Well,
sweetie, you should make up your mind before you hurt this poor woman…”
“Bisexuality is a real thing, sir. And I won’t be hurt since I’m bisexual as
your daughter.” “Jaehee?” you look at her surprised, she’s not even looking at
him and just calmly drinks her water.

“Okay,
Ms. Kang. But should I be worried about you hurting my daughter, then? You seem
a little older than her, maybe a little more experienced, my daughter is a
immature naïve girl who disappeared from me for almost two weeks and came back
thinking she’s bisexual… you are not using her, are you?” “Daddy, come on…”

“You
should think higher of your own daughter, sir. She’s younger, but she’s smart
and if you must know, she’s the one who’s been showing a lot more of knowledge
in life helping me through my change of careers.” “Oh, really? Tell me more
about that.”

And then she tells everything about leaving
C & R and opening her own business,
and then she tells a little about her life, how was growing up at a house where
she wasn’t wanted, graduating early in college and being a black belt in judo. sometimes I forget how baddass she is, Ilove her so much

When
she finishes, your dad is enchanted, and you fell in love with her all over
again.

“I
apologize, Ms. Kang. You are a very amazing woman who does justice to another
amazing woman. If you ever want some help with your business, I’ll be more than
glad to take down the competition…” “I would rather do that providing a good
service, sir, but thanks…”

“Marry
her, or I will…” your father whispers to you.

Jumin

You
tell him about dinner with your father. He’s glad, he’s been longing to make your
relationship official to both the families.

When
you tell him about the mafia, he’s…
curious. How come a sweet and innocent girl like you grew up at such a violent
environment?

He
promises he’ll try not to be judgmental, but as soon as he sees the henchmen in
position and the guns… he’s legitimately worried about you.

“Hello,
how is your father?” “He’s fine, thank you for asking. Do you know each other?”
“Well, his company has been a pain on my ass for a while now…” “It’s my company
too, as it is very likely I’ll be the next CEO.” Jumin, shut up!

“I
see… maybe we can do business pretty soon.” “Right now, I would rather focus on
getting to know my future father-in-law.” Uhh, Jumin, so smooth…

“Oh,
so you’re the one who kept her trapped at your house for two days?” “I believe
it was three days, sir.” WHAT THE FUCK, JUMIN? YOU’RE GONNA MENTION THE CAGE
TOO?

“Daddy,
I was completely fine with him there. And I must say I felt way safer with him
than I ever felt here with all these… guns… and your… employees…” both of the
men feel really flustered with your response.

“Now,
sweetie, don’t be ungrateful. You might see me as overprotective, but I’m
always concerned for your safety. And don’t let yourself be fooled. He looks
like a gentleman, but if he is anything like his father, you might be in trouble.”
Oh boy…

“I’m
sure you mean well, sir. But I should warn you I’m nothing like my father. And
I must say I understand very well why would you be overprotective of such a
adorable lady, but you should let her be free to make her own decisions. That’s…
something I’m learning by myself as well…” both you and your father feel very
thrilled right now.

“Well,
I suppose she was safe with you after all, much better than being by herself at
some stranger’s apartment…”

Your
father is very impressed about Jumin’s respect for you, he feels as reliable as
any of his henchmen, and most importantly, you seem so happy… how can he fight
against your happiness?

Dinner
is over, and you accompany Jumin to his car where Driver Kim is waiting.
“Jumin, be honest…” “Yes, MC?” “How many times you held yourself of answering
everytime I said ‘daddy’?” “More than you would like to know, MC…”

Saeyoung

He’s
pretty nervous about meeting your father when you tell him.

But
when you tell him about his job, he’s surprisingly more relaxed?

Oh
come on, he’s been dealing with shady people his whole life! Why would he be
worried?

“Oh
sweetie, you brought a clown with you, when is your boyfriend coming?” Saeyoung
has a comeback involving “coming”, you almost can read his mind and just glare
at him, so he gives up.

“So…
you must be the boy who got trapped with my daughter at some stranger’s
apartment, then took her to this secret cult organization, huh?” “Yeah, and don’t
forget the bomb!” Goddamit, Saeyoung!

“Well,
if it makes you feel any better, daddy, he really tried to push me away, but I
was very insistent.” “Push you away how, sweetie?” “The same things you used to
tell my mom…” oh, that explains a lot…

“I
see, so you were a jerk to her…” shit, you though it would be enough… it only
made it worse!

“Yes,
but if it is the same case here, I’m sure you were only thinking about your
wife’s safety…” “And yet she ended knocked up, are you trying to imply it’ll be
the case here?” SHIT SHIT SHIT!

Saeyoung
sees his confidence fading away. This man is different, he’s not just some
thug, he’s you father, the man who raised you. Why did he think he could be
okay with all this? Your father is absolutely right about hating him, he put
you in big danger!

You
see your boyfriend conscience splitting, it’s too much for you to handle, so
you vent: “Daddy, don’t be like that! Mom always told me how much you suffered
acting like that around her, he suffered the same way, daddy! Even worse,
because the person who was after me it’s his own brother who he didn’t see for
a long time and… daddy, if you only knew what kind of hell the two of them grew
up….” You couldn’t help but cry, Saeyoung hugs you, he doesn’t even care your
father is watching this.

“And
your father is the current prime minister? I never liked that guy, anyway. He’s always been a despicable little man!” that coming from the mafia’s head…

Saeran

He’s
freaking out about meeting your dad, because he doesn’t really feel comfortable
around, well… people

Then
you tell him about your father’s job, and he thinks it’s kinda cute you trying
to joke to make him relax

You
tell him is not a joke, he doesn’t believe it because he did a whole background
check on you before deciding you should be the one to stay at Rika’s apartment,
and there wasn’t no mention about this.

But,
come to think of it, this kind of information shouldn’t be easy to find out,
right? Oh shit…

But your
father being a criminal doesn’t really bother him, he would be terrified about
him even if your father were a geologist
or whatever.

The
guns and the whole atmosphere on the house is very familiar to him… it reminds
him of… oh no! He can’t go there on a moment like this!

“So…
if this isn’t the one who kidnapped my daughter. Seriously, sweetie? Stockholm
Syndrome? I thought I taught you not to fall in love with criminals…”

“W-Well,
sir, there’s also Lima Syndrome, when the kidnapper is the one in love…” oh no,
Saeran… please keep quiet…

“How
romantic, huh?” your father scoffs, Saeran feels the air escaping from his lungs for a moment, no…
no no! Stay calm, Saeran…

Dinner
is being a disaster, your father keeps glaring and insulting Saeran on his
usual passive aggressive manner. You look at Saeran, you’ve seen him like this
before, he’s…

“He’s
having a panic attack!” you jump out of your chair and go to him, your father
never seen you move so fast. He observes
you helping this kid telling him to inhale and exhale like he learned in
therapy… what’s going on?

“Thanks
a lot, daddy!” “MC, calm down… I’m okay…” “No, Saeran, he has to listen! Dad,
if you can live in peace with your own crimes, good for you, but not everybody
is capable of. You see this guy here? He tells me everyday how much he regrets
the things he did. I’m able to forgive the men I love, I did it with you, why
wouldn’t I do for him?”

“You’re…
in love with me?” “I already told you that, Saeran…” “Yeah, but if you’re
saying in front of you father, you really mean it…” “Well, yeah, I meant before
too…”

Then
your father realize this is just a very lost kid, like he used to be when we
was younger. Your mom passed away very young, so he always wondered if she
would be able to make him regret it and have a normal life. He’s so glad your
mother’s kindness lives through you and if you’re so willing to heal this guy,
who is he to get on the way?

V

He’s
very happy when you tell him your father wants to meet him.

And
he doesn’t seem to mind your father’s job. “If he was able to raise such a
wonderful person like you, he’s not bad at all. Who am I to judge him, anyway?”
This guy…

And
he doesn’t even flinch when your father shower him with threats disguised as
questions. “Do you know what people like me do when their loved ones
disappear?” “Are you really that insane to show up here like nothing happened?”

“Daddy,
please stop…” “I’m just trying to understand what’s gotten into you, sweetie.
This older blind guy and… you? I’m sorry to say, but I never knew you had so
much daddy issues…” “What are you even saying, dad?”

“With
all due respect, sir, daddy issues most of times implies that the daughter
seeks for his father features on men she falls in love with. For what I can
tell, you and I are nothing alike.” Oh no… V being passive-aggressive gives you
the creeps more than all these henchmen…

“You’re
right, I’ve never put her in dangerous on purpose. You, on the other hand,
allowed her to stay at a place where I know it happens to have a bomb,
correct?” “Yet, she claims she’s never felt safer, that says a lot about your
own household, no?”

This
polite fight is driving you insane. How can they discus about you like if you
were not even there? “SHUT UP YOU BOTH! Dad, you have every right to be mad,
but you should know this man here was doing his best to make sure that,
whatever was happening, I wouldn’t be hurt, and he didn’t even know me that
well… and V, please don’t talk to my father like that, he’s just as scared and
worried as you were, and please, don’t ever talk about me or my life as if I
couldn’t speak for myself.”

“I’m
so sorry, love, I had no idea I was acting like that!” he rushes to hug you and
keeps apologizing, your father wonders if this man is real…

“Sir,
I sincerely apologize for my behavior. I know exactly how it feels wanting to
protect someone you cherish this much. Just know you raised an amazing woman
with the most beautiful soul and I deeply respect you for that.” Your father
thought you were the one in danger? Now he feels sorry for this poor man having
to handle your temper… and nah, he can’t possibly be real, can he?

Am I the only one who didn't buy Victor's seemingly insta-love for Yuri? I was really struggling with that aspect at first; until we get some background in episode 10. I mean, Victor already seemed to be in LOVE with Yuri when he came to Japan and I always found it too far fetched that simply seeing the viral video would have brought that about. But with episode 10 and the video it finally started to make sense to me. Just wondering what others thought about this part of the story.

Personally, I think Victor fell in love mid-season 1. Not immediately after the banquet scene from the GPF. There was romantic interest - most likely a crush - but not actual love. That came later. (And how.)

My in-depth Victor meta covers what I believe he was thinking about while he was watching Yuuri’s viral video, but I’ll recap parts of it here.

To me, Victor looks kinda ticked off in this screencap. He doesn’t look like he’s having romantic thoughts.

My interpretation of this look is: “Why wasn’t Yuuri at the World Championship? He’s talented. He can skate. He’s skating my gold medal routine, and he should have been on that podium with me. So what’s the problem here? Does he have a bad coach? Does he not have enough support at competitions? He wouldn’t have asked me to coach him if he was getting what he needed. I hate this. I want to fix it. Fine, I’ll do it.”

When Victor arrives in Hasetsu, he is extremely flirtatious with Yuuri. And rightly so because at the GPF banquet, Yuuri was extremely flirtatious first. He likely thinks Yuuri will not only be okay with his forwardness but that he’ll reciprocate.

This is not full-blown love. This is Victor saying, “Hey, I’m into you, and I think you’re into me. Tell me more about yourself. That will also help me better understand how to help you as a coach.”

When Yuuri rejects him more than once, Victor gets confused with the mixed signals, and he ultimately backs off.

This moment at the beach was a major turning point for both of them. It marked the start of something that wasn’t a romantic relationship but a willingness to open up on a deeper level.

If you want to read more about why I think Victor fell in love with Yuuri in the first place, you’ll find that in my in-depth character analysis. It has a lot to do with what Yuuri says in that screencap above.

When Victor poses the question to Yuuri - What do you want me to be to you? A father figure, brother, friend, boyfriend? - understand that he doesn’t know his full place in Yuuri’s life. Victor is told to just be himself - and for someone who has constantly reinvented himself for other people and burned himself out in the process, that has to be wonderful to hear.

The ending credit pictures show us the deepening of Victor and Yuuri’s relationship off the ice. We see them laughing and having fun together during the summer.

Some of the falling-in-love likely happened here.

But this is the moment. Right here.

This was when I first sat up straight in my chair and thought, “Oh, shit. Victor is in love.”

Victor takes far more joy in seeing Yuuri succeed than he does in his own success. Let’s compare the smile above to the smile of the Five-Time World Championship Gold Medalist.

Look how miserable he is and how FAKE that smile looks. Now scroll back up and compare Victor’s joy over his own success to his joy over Yuuri’s.

YEAH. Victor is in love in Episode 6. Sure enough, he kisses Yuuri in the next episode, which takes place the following night.

So to answer your question, I think Victor fell in love with Yuuri somewhere in between Episodes 4 - 5.

Hello, Aga from Poland. :D I really love your fics. If you have time I have a prompt: It’s Derek birthday after he leaves town and Stiles drunk dialing. Bonus if Sheriff walks in and take his phone and wishes Derek happy birthday.

Oh, thank you!! <3

Since the fandom’s pretty much agreed that Derek’s birthday is on Christmas, I decided to use that here. Hope you enjoy!!

He’s had entirely too much eggnog to be left alone with his phone. His dad should know that. His friends should definitely know that.

But Scott’s busy, caught up in some kind of mating dance with Allison that involves hanging out awkwardly in doorways under the mistletoe and sending her sad eyes, and Lydia’s keeping Allison company at the other side of the room while she sends covert, longing glances back. His dad’s laughing with Melissa with that love-struck sort of look that’s been building up in his eyes for years long now, and probably hadn’t even noticed Stiles swiping the bottle, adding way too much rum after he’d ducked back into the kitchen with it. It’s a holiday, after all, and he’s allowed to have a drink to celebrate.

His dad just didn’t specify how much drink the drink was allowed to have.

So when Stiles ends up in his bedroom, staring at his phone, it’s everyone’s fault, really, and no one’s. Honestly it feels kind of inevitable. Him lying in his room, on the outskirts of the mating dances, scrolling idly through his contact list until he pauses on a familiar number. He has it memorized even though he probably shouldn’t, but this might not be the first time he’s opened up his contact list to stare at it these past few weeks. To look at the name typed out over the digits, to wonder at the way so few letters can leave his chest writhing with so many unresolved feelings.

He lifts his thumb, brushes across the short word fondly, and jumps as the phone registers an attempt to call and starts dialing.

Stiles seriously shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. He’s a clumsy, melancholy drunk, and it’s about time he accepts it.

The phone continues to ring while he stares, transfixed, at the tiny image of a phone blinking on his screen. Connecting… connecting…

It’s the phone’s fault, he decides. That stupid, sensitive touch screen, stirring up trouble by calling people it has no business in calling, just because Stiles had been maybe brushing his thumb across that name, thinking about hearing that stupid grumpy voice. And so maybe he’d been imagining the smooth screen was a rough, stubble-covered jaw, been half lost in imagining what it might feel like under his fingers… but that’s no reason for his phone to go ahead and call him.

And Derek’s surprised too, it seems like, because while Stiles is busy scowling at the stupid device, he answers, and there’s a startled lilt in his voice when he says Stiles’ name.

Stiles should probably just say he’d dialed the wrong number, or shoot out a quick, cheerful “Merry Christmas” and let that be that.

“You’re not here,” is what slips out instead, his hands clenching a little, his lips twisting into a pout that probably carries into his tone.

There’s a short silence from Derek’s end, and then an amused huff of air.

Anon - I have a request. Bare with me this is my first time asking a request.. Batman x Reader. Can you make it sad and have us in tears?? Don’t really care what you write about just make it sad. Please and thank you.

So this consists of a lot of flashbacks, so flashbacks will be in italics, lyrics will be in bold and now time is normal. hopefully this isn’t confusing. I don’t know if this is capable of making anyone cry but please give feedback if I should do more like this! :)

Song this is based off of is old but its the best one that fits well I think - SONG

She
rolls her shoulders, wondering how hard it would be to talk Kara into a
massage later. Maybe if she brings home extra potstickers for dinner . .
.

Turning in her chair, she gazes out the window over the
National City skyline. It’s a nice day, a few wispy clouds drifting
lazily across the sky. Maybe she should take some of this paperwork out
onto the balcony …

A streak of yellow and blue zips across
the sky and she sits up a little straighter, maybe Kara will come and
distract her and she can put off doing these reports for another day.
They aren’t due before the board for another week anyway.

Kara
comes into view again, this time a little more slowly. She continues to
decelerate as she descends to Lena’s balcony - feet not even touching
the ground as she glides forward. Her speed is still impressive though
and Lena doesn’t even have time to call out before Kara smacks into the
clear door, going down like a sack of potatoes.

“Yeeooww!”

Lena
jumps up from her chair and scurries to the balcony door, throwing it
open and falling to her knees beside Kara who’s clutching at her nose.

“Are
you okay?!” She tries to keep the laughter from her voice, but really
she can’t help that her girlfriend looks like a bird who tried to fly
through a too clean window.

“What the heck was that?” Kara demands
as she sits up, fingers prodding gently along her nasal bridge - even
though, really, it’s not even bleeding and she’s practically
indestructible for Pete’s sake.

“Well, sweetheart, the door was
closed and you tried to fly through it.” a little giggle escapes at the
end and Kara half pouts/half glares in her direction.

“Why didn’t it just break?”

“Oh!
It’s a new polymer I’ve been working on! It’s able to withstand
unearthly amounts of force without breaking! I’ve been trying to find a
way to protect National City’s buildings from being destroyed every two
seconds with all of these alien fights - no offense, but you’ve been
singlehandedly keeping National City contractors in business for years. I
was going to have you test it later, but it looks like it works just
fine! I should call Winn!” She leans forward to press a kiss against
Kara’s forehead before moving towards her desk. “Thanks, babe!”

“You know, when Alex does experiments on me, she buys me pizza.”

Lena rolls her eyes, but when she reaches her desk and picks up her phone she dials Kara’s favorite pizza place.

“Hello,
yes, I would like to place an order for one large pepperoni pizza -“
She hears Kara whine through the open door. “-I’m sorry, make that two
large pepperoni pizzas and an order of cinnamon sticks.“

You probably getting tons of messages. But when you have time can you speak about Clarke giving Roan the Flame? I mean she stood there thinking about it; Eliza acted that scene out so well! Even while she was offering it you can see she really didn't want to. Then the tear & the face of realizing what she just gave up. The "I loved her mom" Got me in the feels; but her giving him the Flame was just another a "god Clarke. why do yo suffer so much" moment for me.

honestly, i was touched by both scenes simply because clarke and lexa’s relationship was actually in the foreground in both interactions, which is something i felt was needed, because if the writers want clarke to move on they need to give her the moments in which she can face her own emotions and share them with someone else - thank you abby. damn if the scene with roan didn’t hurt me more though. everything clarke and lexa have been through in s3 was re-called in that moment and you felt their history in every single corner.

there is a great personal alchemy at play during the entire scene, because clarke’s goals, hopes, memories and priorities are also greatly tied to what she wanted to achieve with lexa, but ultimately couldn’t. the way she shares her experiences/knowledge helps her with her otherwise sentimental state and overall pain, because it is (as eliza said) not destructive, but constructive.

based on this post: once a boy let me borrow his jacket and after i gave it back i heard him gushing to his friends bc it smelled like me

The windows to the lounge room are open and Lance is cold but too lazy to get up from his comfortable position in the papasan chair to close the windows. Instead, he uses his energy in other forms.

“Pidge, come on,” Lance repeats playfully as he melts further down in his seat, staring up at the ceiling. “Gimme your jacket.”

Now at the entrance of the room, Pidge continues to make her way out as she waves her hand in dismissal without looking back, refusing to further indulge in Lance’s boredom.

Lance drops his right arm over the chair, fingers running through the shag rug. When he hears the doors sliding close, he sighs dramatically. “What if I catch a cold?! I can feel it, right now, here in my throat!” His left hand reaches for his throat as he lets out a fake cough followed by a fake groan. “See! It’s happening!”

Lance does not reply, he just openly gapes, now fully aware and up in his seat. He watches Keith closely, scrutinizing every aspect of his face—not that he needs to, he has Keith’s face memorized from the shape of his face to the dark hues of his eyes, but that’s not what Lance looks at. What he looks at are the little twitches and curves of Keith’s facial features.

Authors Note- Warning, this is a story of heartbreak as opposed to my usual writing.

There are things that happen in life, some things are just unavoidable and you get hurt. But nothing hurts more than watching the person you love fall for someone else. They always tell you it’s the chances in life you don’t take that your regret, but your biggest regret was letting yourself fall slowly in love with Liam Dunbar. You told yourself you weren’t going to fall in love, but he made you feel less cynical and you’d always be grateful for that. What you wouldn’t be grateful for is the state that you’re in now, the broken pieces of your heart that sill managed to find a way to love him. And yet behind all of the pain you managed to put on a brave face and act as if you’re happy for him. It’s selfish but you weren’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt as much as you but seeing him thrive with her, was much worse.

You placed your empty coffee mug on the counter top and picked up your bag as soon as you heard a car pull into your drive. You slipped on your white converse and headed out for another long monotonous day, which is your life. You climbed into the passenger seat in silence and clipped in your seatbelt. “Y/n…” he sighed, as he did every morning. “Brett, please spare me the lecture I’ve had a rough night okay” you shrugged, refusing to look up. “What did we agree on?” he patronised. “I need to at least try to move on” you whined sadly. He noticed by the twinge in your voice, let alone the chemo signals you were giving off that you were in so much emotional pain and it killed him to know there was nothing he could do to help someone, who doesn’t want to be helped. It sounds stupid when you say it out loud; that scrolling through Liam’s and Hayden’s Instagram pictures was enough to get yourself crying to sleep. Seeing them happy didn’t make you angry or bitter, it made you feel immense melancholy. Brett somehow managed to fill some of that void, he was your best friend and you couldn’t help but feel like shit for the way you treated him. When you first started dating Liam it was fun and exciting to watch Liam get jealous and overprotective when you hung out with his natural enemy but you didn’t think of how it was hurting him, being apart of a stupid game you enjoyed with love-struck eyes. “You don’t understand what it feels like” you muttered, knowing he could hear you behind all of your sadness. “You’re right I don’t, but I’ve watched my best friend go through it for the past six months. Not only that, I’ve watched her wallow in her own self piety” he said truthfully. “That’s not fair and you know it!” you snapped, in shock of his honesty. You knew it yourself but you didn’t want to admit it or hear someone else tell you what a complete loser you were being. “Y/n, you need to let him go because you’re not the only person you’re hurting by being like this” he shook his head. “How selfish of me, I feel so much better now, thank you for that beacon of hope” you rolled your eyes. “There you go again, taking it out on the people around you. Me and your other friends have been nothing but supportive of you. God, sometimes you make it so hard to be around you” he said involuntary, followed by a sigh after realising what he said really hurt you. “Pull up here, I’ll walk” you said, already taking off your seatbelt. “Don’t be stupid” he said with a faint laugh. “I’m not joking, fucking pull up” you shouted. He shook his head again and pulled up and within a second you were out of the car and you had begun walking down the street. Brett opened the window and began to apologise and call your name, but you simply ignored him and began to dial someone who was bound to give better advice.

“Come in” Lydia smiled. You were surprised she was actually at her house for once on a Saturday afternoon. You missed hanging out with her and the pack but things got too hard and complicated after you and Liam broke up, especially after he started dating Hayden. You missed them. You followed behind her into her bedroom, she was like an unbiological sister you just seemed to click with each other. “Malia and Kira will be here soon, we miss having you around” she said with a pout. You didn’t even open your mouth before she spoke again, “Somethings wrong, you’re still struggling to cope with the breakup” she judged accurately. You were going to deny it, but what was the point? You couldn’t cope, there was no point attempting to block it out all of the time. You also couldn’t help but think about what Brett said, he was right, you let the whole situation fuck you up so badly that you didn't appreciate the people trying to help you. You had just about enough time to catch Lydia up on everything that had been going on before the other two arrived. “Y/n!” Kira beamed as she ran in and hugged you. You returned the smile and hug. Malia walked in with a huge grin, which soon dropped after she smelt how upset you were. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked bluntly as she pulled you into a hug, it was her own way of showing concern. “Youstill love him, don’t you?” she asked uncharacteristically sympathetically. You simply dropped your head and nod. “I’m sick and tired of feeling like this” you claimed, your voice shaky and cracked. “I know it feels like the end of the world now, but trust me you’ll move on. But first you need to learn to have fun again” Lydia said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “I don’t need to have fun, I need to forget about Liam” you retort. “You should speak to him” Malia suggested, causing you and Lydia to stare blankly at her. “Absolutely not” you shook your head. “You should, maybe you need closure after how it all ended. Maybe after than you can finally move on” Kira agreed. “Not in a million years” you retaliated and Lydia agreed.

“I cant do this” you mumbled pacing back and forth. “You can and you’re going to” Malia stated. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Scott asked. You couldn’t answer, you wanted to but had no idea how to fabricate the thoughts in your mind. You couldn’t even answer Scott, how the hell was you supposed to handle Liam? “I feel sick” you wined. “Its now or never” Stiles agreed. Stiles was like a supportive big brother, he wasn’t fond of you and Liam dating in the first place and he just wished you’d get over it, so things could go back to how they used to be between you all. You couldn’t help but feel like you were the sole cause of the drift between you all, your stupid teenage hormones and mixed feelings had to ruin everything. “Here goes nothing” you breathed out, before heading off. “Where is she going?” Lydia asked as she joined with the others. “To find Liam” Kira answered. “You’re kidding!” Lydia raised her voice unintentionally. “We all agreed it was the best thing for her to do” Stiles tried to diffuse. “If she gets hurt, it’s on all of you” she exclaimed, before slamming her books on the table and sitting down with a sulk.

You turned the corner, between the two school busses, the place Liam first asked you out on a date. He was all sweaty from his Lacrosse game and you were starry eyed from watching him play with the rest of the pack. That sentimental place was now where Liam and Hayden make out between classes and to no surprise, there the two of them were, shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. It took Liam no more than a second to smell your familiar smell and hear your heart beating at an unnatural speed in your chest. When they pulled apart, Hayden had that giddy smile on her face but Liam’s was firm and regretful. Her smile dropped when she realised you standing there, with an awkward look and sad eyes. “I’ll catch up with you later” he mumbled. “Are you sure?” she asked, as if it was the most traumatic thing for him. You didn’t mean to roll your eyes or for her to see you do it. “I’ll catch up” he repeated, after smelling the anger radiate from her. She reluctantly trailed off, after giving you a disapproving look. Hayden wasn’t a bad person, you two just put the barriers up for each other, before giving friendship a chance. You weren’t jealous of her, you just felt stupid for introducing her to Liam, for them to drop you and start dating each other. You walked over nervously, while he stood there biting his lip and not looking at you. “Hey” you said, attempting to break the ice. He gave a small nod, the guilt cutting his vocal cords. You had been waiting for this moment and the time had finally come, and the first thing you chose to say was hey? How pathetic. “I’m not here to beg for an apology or because I’m clinging on to the last shred of hope that we will get back together. In fact, I’m not entirely sure why I’m here. I guess I just need closure for everything that happened” you admitted, which felt so good to say. “Uhm sure, what did you want to know?” he rubbed the back of his neck, he had never been good in awkward situations, but he owed it to you to at least try more than that. “Why did you leave me?” you leant your back against the school bus because your legs suddenly felt weak. “Y/n, come on” he mumbled, he had been avoiding that question for months. “Just tell me, you know yourself you cant cause me anymore emotional pain than you are right now” you said, which sounded more careless than you felt. “I’m not doing this” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in defeat before beginning to walk away. “That’s it Liam, do what you always do and walk away. Its all you’re ever good at” you shouted after him bitterly. He paused for a second, before turning back around to face you for the first time. “I left because I didn’t love you anymore” he shouted without thinking. He winced after hearing your heart break, it sounded like your ribs had snapped in two, but on the surface you looked like any other heart broken teenager. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-” he began saying, feeling like a complete asshole. “You did mean it, behind every angry outbreak there’s truth. I cant believe I feel like this, for loosing someone who was never really mine” salty tears were already pouring down your face, which you could taste after every word you said. He stared at you blankly, he had no idea he could have done this to someone he had sworn to love and protect forever. “The truth is I should never of cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fucking care” you wiped the tears with your sleeve, no longer trying to scan his features for signs of remorse. To move on, you needed to put yourself first and stop wishing he would care as much for you as you did for him. “I am so sorry Y/n” he said, tears even welling in his eyes. You used to be best friends before all of this and now look at the pair of you. “Talking to you, brings back so many memories I’ve been trying to forget and I realise now. I realise that I cant let go of them- but I can take that and move on. There’s no point pretending I’m not hurt because I am but maybe that’s what I need” you rambled. “I don’t understand-” he said, confused by your sudden thought. “Someday this pain will be useful and Brett’s right, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The truth is, I came here hoping to leave with a friendship because I cant let you go and maybe one day we will have that, but for now all I’m going to say is- goodbye Liam” it killed you, but it was liberating getting that off your chest. “What do you mean goodbye?” he asked, he too feared loosing you even though he didn’t show it. You slowly exhaled and cracked a genuine smile for the first time in months. You gave him a sincere pat on the chest before walking away. You weren’t saying goodbye to him, but the memory of what it was. By no means did you get the closer you wanted, but you now knew what you needed to do.

Two Months Later

Moving on, the newest chapter in your life. There’s no point in pretending that life is now suddenly filled with rainbows and sunshine, it was hard but as time goes on your heart slowly mends itself. There were some nights were you cried and screamed so hard your body ached and you had to cover your mouth to stop anyone from hearing and there were some were you were happy, for yourself and for Liam. You still thought about him, but in a different way. You missed him but you no longer craved his attention. He taught you why storms were named after people, for the way they can destroy you so easily but also for the beauty of letting them in. You no longer woke up with a dry throat from crying or with a never ending headache but with a smile on your face. You survived heartbreak, one of the deadliest feelings someone can experience and you were proud of that. It may not seem like much to some people but you were beginning to conquer something you never thought you could.

You picked up your coffee and slipped on your shoes as you exited the house for school. You climbed into the car with a radiating happiness. “Someone’s in a good mood” Brett laughed as he pulled off your drive. “Who wouldn’t be happy on a Monday morning at 8am?” you joked. “I’m glad you’re back, as in the real you and not the total antisocial loser you were being” he claimed, while taking a sneaky sip of your drink while you were looking out of the window. “You don’t even miss her, even a little bit?” you asked. “Not even remotely” he said, not long after he arrived outside of your school. You thanked him, as you did every morning and stepped out of the car. “When are you getting your own licence?” he said, pretending to look at his watch. “You’ll totally miss me when I get my own licence” you retort. “I will” he admitted. “See you later” you smiled, which he returned. You walked over and joined Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia and Stiles at your usual bench in the morning. “I love your top, so cute” Lydia exclaimed, examining your outfit. “Thank you, cute dress” you returned as she stood up to give you a twirl of her outfit. You looked up to see Liam and Hayden walking hand in hand from across the pitch. You smiled and gave a small wave, which shocked Hayden but she returned genuinely, soon after. Liam gave you the look, to show his gratitude for how you were choosing to be. It wasn’t forced, it was natural. You were coming to terms with everything and you were looking forward for what was going to come next or who. Life felt so much better without the negativity you were clouding your vision with, You had the love and support of your friends and with that you could do anything.

Different to what I usually write, but did you guys like it? Let me know. Requests are closed for the meantime x